So I'm terminally single. I mean I think I might have a single disease where I stay single for the rest of my life. I've clinically termed it G.D.D. (Guy Defficiency Disease). People have always told me, "You're young, it'll happen, why are you in such a rush..." . Granted, I was 15 years old when they started saying it, but now at 27. I'm startin' to think maybe there's something really wrong with me. How can it be all the other guys... the common denominator is always me, so what IF it Is me?

I'm almost 28, and I've never been in a functional relationship that has lasted for at least a year!

How can I fix what's wrong if I don't even know what the problem is? My friends seem to think that I don't really want a BF, and I'm just jonesin' because they're all shacked up and I'm sulking as the cheese that stands alone. But quite frankly, I do. I always have. I just get discouraged with the neandrathals that I've dated in the past that didn't get me, or appreciate the stuff I did, so maybe I haven't been putting myself out there as much as I should. And I'm SO tired of saying "I'm happy for you" as each one of my best girlfriends get hooked up with an AMAZING boyfriend. This sucks.
I've gotta get out of this slump!

I was pretty bummed when my old flame got hitched and I found out he danced to our two songs at his wedding. Or at least what I "thought" were our two songs... The truth is, he never, ever cared about me the way I cared about him, and he liked those songs just as much as I did, so they weren't ours for him, for him I guess they were his. I focused and tried to hold onto the "we's" and the "us's" but never heard that he was speaking the "I's" and "me's". I think it was my ego that was hurt the most. He was supposed to come back to me, after we (he) grew up and he was supposed to tell me that he couldn't find anyone better then me.

Didn't happen. I bruised like a peach. I'm getting over it though.

Another common quote I hear is "you can't find love until you find love for yourself". Well, I LOVE myself, I truly do, and I'm gettin' a lil' tired of "lovin' myself" if ya know what I mean *winks*.
Sports and cards are fun to play by yourself, but WAY funner (yes I said funner) with SOMEONE ELSE!

I've discovered my passion, I'm creating a career for myself, I know what special talents are uniquely mine, I know how I like being treated and how to assert myself with others, I love certain features I possess, I love my friends, my family, and I adore those quiet moments I get to spend with myself... but seriously, I want to share all this fun greatness with someone of substance! I'm tired of the games! Grrr....

So if I'm supposed to keep finding myself? Where do I look? What am I missing? I used to just "be"... instead of look at what I'm "being"... maybe ignorance IS bliss.

Has anyone seen Stacey P?